Lamorna’s Mill
Derelict as death, the Mill,
Bedecked by clinging weed,
Its stone walls cold as a lost corpse,
Had been cruelly eviscerated;
Its weighing scales lay awry and still,
Reddened by dyeing rust,
Their usefulness long forgotten,
Their heritage rudely desecrated;
A tarnished Helston mill-wheel,
Silent, its newer paddles locked,
Hints at the source of freshwater power,
Now lying defective and sadly neglected…
Pete Ray
February 2018
Lamorna’s Mill, neglected.
Having taught at Birmingham’s Sarehole Mill, much restored of course, this building saddened me…
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